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Poems by Ezhil Vendhan

I am a song bird Chakravakam
the very name reveals
I am a raga, the musical scale
in Indian classical music.
I am also called
the Ruddy goose.

I always take flight upwards
scaling the heights
up above the skies.

I never have the chance of
touching the ground
even in search of food for me.

The unpolluted nectar,
the rain is my food
drinking it drop by drop.

I keep my little mouth
always open upwards
so never bow down
even for taking my food.

The rain comes
whenever I start my song
and wherever I fly.

I lay my eggs wherever I am
they hatch down the way
without touching the ground.
I come down to take my chicks
along with me to fly high.

I enjoy the pleasure of heaven
as I am blessed to have
the company of angels
Clouds are my messengers
take my lyrics to their ears.

Copyright @ Ezhil Vendhan

I Adore You, Womanhood

Oh, my lovely mother,
you never forget anything
however simple it may be
but I forget many
significant and great things in life.

You identify my tone
among thousands of children
and run towards to hug me.

My dear better half,
you joined your hands
as to support my life.

You were miraculously born,
specially designed with
frontal cortex,
and multi- tasking
in difficult situations.

My sweet daughter,
you have come down
on my laps as an angel.

You only made me
to throw away selfishness
and moulded me to sacrifice
my own desires and priorities
for this little star to shine.

And oh, My Dear Friends,
I have never met you before
but enjoy your love,
care and affection in abundance. Only a little I spell and bring down If I need to out pour It may run to pages as an epic
I adore you, Womenhood.

The innocent children and women
are trapped in Syria, the ‘hell on earth’.

You are not Angels
to bring down heaven on earth
but at least leave it as it is.
You, demons try to be humans
and don’t unearth hell upon earth.

You name it a ‘Civil War’
and global criminals subscribe
to this centennial genocide.

More than a generation has gone
as seeds in bloody mire.
Beware they may sprout
and come above and search
for the power mongers to take revenge.

Realise the devastation
experienced by the innocents,
this land is not your playground.
If things continue and further,
then your chemical and nuclear weapons
are enough to destroy
all lives on our planet earth.

Only the loss of lives,
harmony and peace remain.
And remote is the possibility of
a survivor to claim
the winners title in this boxing ring.